My Foolish Cunt

My Foolish Cunt desperately looked for a bottle of beer that they would occasionally sleep with. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who feels that this idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a bottle of beer is the thing to choose.

My Foolish Cunt wanted a ball that they sometimes share. This is certainly an astonishing idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, wonderous. A ball being the item selected.

My Foolish Cunt always carried a sponge that they would rub on his belly. One might find this to be a fairly unusual approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea is spectacular. Strangely, a sponge being the item selected.

My Foolish Cunt needed a pint of beer that they would occasionally put on his head. It was considered to be a different operation, to many, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that this idea is fun. Strangely, a pint of beer is the thing to opt for.

My Foolish Cunt owned a bottle of coke that they would often try to nail to the wall. This could be considered a fairly different idea, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who thinks it would be sublime. Bizarrely, a bottle of coke would be the item chosen.

My Foolish Cunt searched for a dildo that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. This seems to be a funny idea, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who considered that the idea was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a dildo is the thing that was chosen.